Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 337: Chapter 339: Are you...Are you okay?

A warm, broad palm reached out to her.

Without thinking, Sophie grabbed it tightly, her fingernails digging so deeply they sank into the skin.

”Young Master, you...” Charlie River, standing nearby, said worriedly.

Thomas Shannon shook his head, signaling him to be quiet.

Charlie River swallowed the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.

He looked worriedly at the maniac, hoping she would have enough self-awareness to release his Young Master’s precious hand. Stop pinching!

The process of changing the bandages was extremely painful.

In the operating room, she had been under general anesthesia and had no perception of pain.

Now, with the bandages being changed while she was fully awake, Sophie trembled all over from the pain...

She silently comforted herself. These pains will turn into footprints, leading me to a beautiful end.

How can I restore my beauty without experiencing pain?

Sophie closed her eyes, bit her lip, and suppressed a pained moan.

The bandage change, which lasted over ten minutes, felt like a century to Sophie.

”All done,” the doctor said as he finished wrapping the gauze. He then told Sophie, ”Maniac, make sure you don’t get your wound wet again. Your wound hasn’t healed properly. If this happens again, it could affect the outcome of the surgery.”

Sophie nodded, cold sweat trickling down her skin. ”I understand.”

Having learned my lesson, I won’t dare be reckless with my face again, no matter how willful I might feel next time. This time was purely an accident. Next time, I’ll keep these instructions firmly in mind. If I make the same mistake again, I’ll give myself a harsh lesson.

After nodding to Young Master Shannon, the doctor picked up his medical box and left the bedroom.

Thomas Shannon turned his head. Seeing Charlie River still rooted to the spot, he shot him a cold glance. ”Still here?”

Charlie River felt that familiar pang of being disdained by the Young Master again, his heart clenching in dismay. ”Yes, I’ll leave right away.”

He quickly exited the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

That maniac really is a femme fatale!

he thought to himself.Sophie kept her eyes closed, waiting for the wave of pain to subside before finally opening them and letting out a slow breath.

From above, Thomas Shannon’s deep, magnetic voice asked, ”Does it still hurt?”

Sophie shook her head, her voice as faint as a thread. ”It’s alright.”

She looked down at the hand she had been clutching. After a pause of a few seconds, she abruptly released it. ”You... are you alright?”

On the back of his fair hand, five deep fingernail marks were strikingly visible.

Thomas Shannon lifted his hand and rubbed the marks, his expression unreadable. ”I’m fine.”

Sophie felt a pang of guilt and stammered, ”S-should I rub it for you?”

”Hmm,” Thomas Shannon said, extending his hand to her.

Sophie was speechless.

Didn’t he just say he was fine? Shouldn’t he be coldly refusing at a time like this? He’s truly... unpredictable.

Holding his broad hand with one of hers, she gently rubbed the back of it with her other, feeling the thin layer of calluses on his fingers and palm.

”Interested in my calluses?” the man’s teasing voice sounded near her ear.

Sometime during this, Thomas Shannon had sat down beside her.

Sophie instinctively leaned her head away. ”What do you think you’re doing?”

”I should be asking what *you’re* doing, constantly touching my hand,” he retorted.

Sophie irritably flung his hand away.